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The "milk" I never drank
I was a child of six or seven
Walking home
end of school
Innocent young creature skipping along
Alone I went through the neighborhood
Polluted streets
Winter grey sky
Many buildings I passed
Then I hear a man calling:
"Little girl look over here"
I faced the direction in which the voice came
He was...
"Peeing"
Quickly looked away , in a fright
thought in mind of curious thought
Why did he tell me to look during his private business?
Again his voice rings through,
"Hey girl look! I'm peeing milk!"
Milk..?
Turned my head and looked again
I was surprised at truth of sight!
The liquid was white!
He peed milk!
"Whoah dear sir you pee milk!
how do you pee a liquid of white?"
He exclaims-
"I just do... c'mere drink my milk"
From further away, he had his willly out
for sure he seemed to pee milk...
I was tempted for a sip
Despite the amusement I walked away
for milk from a man's ding-dong
seemed unappealing
Past a couple blocks there was that man again:
"Hey girl look! I'm peeing milk! Come drink it sweetie
aren't you thirsty?"
I looked again
he peed milk
Again??
Truly surprised was I, the wonders of life
still a bit queasy
witnessing a milking man
I thought only females milk...from their breasts..
I picked up my pace, for I felt uneasy
didn't look back
at his magical male milking organ
It has imprinted in my memory
now I know
Just what kind of "milk" he produced
and why he wanted his milk to be drunk so bad
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The story about from my other piece ringed this memory and decided to share it. It made me realize just how many sick bastards are out there....
But I found it humorous at how I thought it was so amazing in my innocent mind...
Walking home
end of school
Innocent young creature skipping along
Alone I went through the neighborhood
Polluted streets
Winter grey sky
Many buildings I passed
Then I hear a man calling:
"Little girl look over here"
I faced the direction in which the voice came
He was...
"Peeing"
Quickly looked away , in a fright
thought in mind of curious thought
Why did he tell me to look during his private business?
Again his voice rings through,
"Hey girl look! I'm peeing milk!"
Milk..?
Turned my head and looked again
I was surprised at truth of sight!
The liquid was white!
He peed milk!
"Whoah dear sir you pee milk!
how do you pee a liquid of white?"
He exclaims-
"I just do... c'mere drink my milk"
From further away, he had his willly out
for sure he seemed to pee milk...
I was tempted for a sip
Despite the amusement I walked away
for milk from a man's ding-dong
seemed unappealing
Past a couple blocks there was that man again:
"Hey girl look! I'm peeing milk! Come drink it sweetie
aren't you thirsty?"
I looked again
he peed milk
Again??
Truly surprised was I, the wonders of life
still a bit queasy
witnessing a milking man
I thought only females milk...from their breasts..
I picked up my pace, for I felt uneasy
didn't look back
at his magical male milking organ
It has imprinted in my memory
now I know
Just what kind of "milk" he produced
and why he wanted his milk to be drunk so bad
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The story about from my other piece ringed this memory and decided to share it. It made me realize just how many sick bastards are out there....
But I found it humorous at how I thought it was so amazing in my innocent mind...
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